Xu Jiazu uploaded a little bit of land. Xu Baihu was also a military household, and his life was very good in the local area. The family had a small family, so they raised an old mother and did some cooking and cleaning.
When the sky turned white, the old cook of the Xu family slowly prepared breakfast and knocked on the door of Chang Geng's study: "Master, Madam asked if you should go to her house to eat."
Chang Geng was concentrating on the post, when he heard the action, he replied as usual, "No, she likes tranquility, so I won't bother you, please tell my mother all the time, just say my son asks her well. ."
The old cook was not surprised by his reply. The daily questions and answers between the mother and son were routine, nothing new.
Strange to say, in terms of logic, Xu Baihu is just a stepfather, and Chang Geng and Xiuniang are the biological mother and son, but this pair of biological mother and son will only eat at the same table when Xu Baihu is at home. Province, pretend to be kind, filial, good and happy. As long as the male host leaves, they will be strangers than strangers, and no one will pay attention to anyone. Living in a courtyard, Chang Geng doesn't even go to the main entrance, and passes through the corner door every day. Running to the next door, the mother and son may not see each other for ten days and a half months.
Even when Chang Geng lost half of his life in a serious illness a year ago, Xiu Niang just looked at him indifferently, and didn't care whether the only child was alive or dead.
In the end, Lord Sixteen took him away and took care of him personally.
The old cook always suspected that Chang Geng was not born by Xiu Niang, but just looking at the appearance, the mother and son look alike, so they must be related by blood.
What's more, if it's not her own, Xiuniang is such a weak and weak woman, living in a foreign country, and she can't protect herself, why does she keep taking the child with her
Root doesn't make sense.
After a while, the old cook brought a food box and said to Chang Geng, "Today, the master will probably be going back to the city, and the madam asked the young master to come back early."
Chang Geng understood what she meant. When Xu Baihu came back, they were going to pretend to be filial to their mother and son again, so they nodded and replied, "I see."
His eyes fell on the food box, and suddenly, Chang Geng saw a long hair on the handle of the food box, and the hand that was reaching out immediately retracted.
The old cook's hair is already white, and the long black and soft hair is naturally not hers. Xu Baihu has not come back yet. There are three living people in the family, including the master and the servant. motherfucker.
Chang Geng has a strange habit of cleanliness - he only dislikes his own mother.
Next door, let him eat the leftovers in the bowl his foster father used, but when he gets home, as long as Xiu Niang touches something, he won't touch it.
Knowing his strange temper, the old cook hurriedly took off the hair and said with a smile: "This is the lady who accidentally dropped it on it. No one has touched the dessert after it came out of the pot. Don't worry."
Chang Geng smiled at her very politely: "It's okay, I just have some questions to ask Mr. Shen today, and I will go to my foster father to eat later."
He said that he didn't pick up the food box, grabbed the book on the table and put it under his arm, lifted the epee hanging from the back door, and went out.
Mr. Shen is rolling up his sleeves, busy in the yard oiling several pieces of dismantled steel armor.
The steel armor was sent by the officers and soldiers defending the city, and the officers and soldiers of Yanhui also had their own "long-armed divisions" specializing in maintaining military steel armors. However, there were too many armors in the army, and they were always too busy, so they would also find civilian long-armed divisions to contact and disperse. live.
"Long-armed masters" are those who repair steel armor and lighters, and deal with those iron guys all day long. They are considered craftsmen. Belonging to the "lower nine streams", even if you do not worry about food and drink in this line of work, it is not very glorious.
Mr. Shen, a former scholar, somehow has such a peculiar hobby. Not only does he like to play with it when he has nothing to do, but he also often uses this craft to make a little money humiliatingly.
And the Shen Shiliu, who had accidentally fallen into the dream of a teenager, was sitting on the threshold with his long legs stretched out, leaning against the door frame as if he was boneless, with an empty medicine bowl beside him—he didn't even know how to drink it. clean.
Shishi Lai stretched his waist, half-deadly beckoning to Chang Geng, and instructed: "Son, go and bring me the jug."
Mr. Shen was full of lighter fluid, sweating profusely, and said to Chang Geng, "Don't pay attention to him, have you eaten?"
Chang Geng: "Not yet."
Mr. Shen turned his head and roared at Sixteen: "Wake up in the morning and wait for the meal! Can't you do some work? Go get some rice and cook a few bowls of porridge!"
Shen Shiliu tilted his head, his deafness was just right, and he said slowly, "Ah? What?"
"I'll come," Chang Geng was accustomed to, "what rice?"
This time, the Sixteenth Master heard it, he raised his long eyebrows, and said to Mr. Shen: "Young support the child, why don't you go by yourself?"
Mr. Shen, a gentleman, was so angry with his bastard and prodigal brother every day that he was so angry: "Didn't you agree to take turns? A manly man, if you can't hear it, it's fine, what's the matter if you're old enough to speak!"
Shen Shiliu repeated his old tricks, but "inaudible" again, and asked, "Why is he barking there?"
Pretend to be real.
Chang Geng: ""
In fact, being a deaf person is strangely convenient.
"He said." Chang Geng lowered his head and met Sixteen's playful gaze. In an instant, the dream from the night before flashed back before him, and he suddenly realized that he was not so indifferent.
Chang Geng's throat suddenly became a little dry, he hurriedly settled down, and said expressionlessly, "You should sit still, old man, don't bother to cheat early in the morning."
Shen Shiliu didn't have time to get drunk that day, and his only conscience was finally soaked into wine lees. He smiled and took Chang Geng's hand, got up, patted the back of the boy's head affectionately, and stumbled into the kitchen.
He was really ready to work—the Sixteenth Master was once in a century to be able to do something, which was rare in the world, comparable to the flowering of the iron tree.
Chang Geng hurriedly followed, only to see his adoptive father swaggeringly grabbed a few handfuls of rice, and threw it into the pot, and then scooped water to wash the rice, causing the water to splash and the white waves to fly. Respectfully stretched out two fingers, stirred them in the water at will, took them out, shook the water droplets, and announced, "Half of the wash, Shen Yi, come and take turns."
Mr. Shen: ""
Shen Shiliuyi picked up the jug from the stove, raised his head and took a sip. The water flowed smoothly and accurately.
Sometimes Chang Geng suspected that he even pretended to be "blind".
Mr. Shen may have given up and stopped struggling, swearing and washing his hands with soap horns, running into the kitchen, steaming the cakes, and starting to clean up the mess left by Sixteen.
Chang Geng took out the posts he had made in the morning and showed them to Mr. Shen one by one, while Shen Yi read the comments, Chang Geng stuffed the page into the stove and helped make a fire.
"The writing is very good, and you have put in a lot of effort recently," Mr. Shen said, "I think you are looking at the long pavilion post of the Marquis of Anding Gu Yun?"
Chang Geng: "Yeah."
Hearing the words, Shi Shi, who was idle beside him, turned his head abruptly, a strange color flashed on his face.
Mr. Shen didn't look up: "Marquis Anding led the army fifteenth, became famous in the first battle, took command of the seventeenth, was ordered to go west, passed by outside the city of Xiliang, saw the ruins of the ancients, felt that the scenery of the previous dynasty is still the same, and the country has been a hundred years old. Chang Ting Fu, even if it was written, was secretly left by the flatterers around him and engraved on the stone tablet - to say it, Gu Yun's words were trained by the contemporary Mr. Hongru Mosen, and it has merit. When he was just writing the Changting post, he was still young, and he was a young man with ambition, so he was a little ignorant of the sky and the earth, and he didn't know the fire. Since you are practicing calligraphy, you have so many ancient posts that you can't come, why do you want to post today's people's posts?"
Chang Geng rolled up the paper that was full of words, and stuffed it into the stove without hesitation: "I have heard people say that the three big iron camps, Xuanying, Xuanjia, and Xuanqi, were swept away in the hands of the old marquis. The Eighteen Tribes of the Northern Barbarians, and later passed on to Xiaohou Ye, who made the Western Regions gangsters bow their heads—I don’t like his words, I just want to know, the handwriting left by the hand holding the three major black iron camps is a how is it like."
The spoon in Mr. Shen's hand was stirring in the pot unconsciously, but his eyes seemed to have drifted away. After a while, he said slowly: "The Marquis of Anding, Gu's name is Yun, and the word is Zixi. His only son, his parents died young, he was pitied by Jin Shang, raised in the palace, and he was given a special title. He was born rich and idle, but he had to go to the Western Regions to eat sand. Heroes or heroes, I don’t know. I'm afraid my brain is not very good."
Mr. Shen was wearing an old gown that had been washed white, the corners of his clothes were still stained with oil from steel armor, and a hapless apron hung around his neck. These two brothers made do with each other, and there was no woman in the family. , I don't know if the apron has not been washed when I got it back.
Only the face was distinct.
Shen Yi's nose is high and straight, and when he's not joking, his profile is almost indifferent, his eyelids tremble slightly, and suddenly he says: "Since the old marquis left, Xuan Tie's battalion has been very high, which is a taboo of the superior. , coupled with the rampant sway of courtiers and courtiers in the DPRK.”
Sixteen, who had been silent for a while, suddenly interrupted him: "Shen Yi."
The two by the stove looked at him together, and Sixteen was staring at a small spider web on the door frame.
Sixteen couldn't drink alcohol, and his face became paler as he drank, and a little emotion was caught in his eyes, so he couldn't see clearly.
He whispered, "Don't talk nonsense."
The Shen brothers are usually neither big nor small. They are disrespectful to their brothers, and they dote on their brothers like no one else. They argue every day from morning to night, but their relationship is very good.
Chang Geng had never heard Sixteen speak in such a blunt tone.
He is sensitive by nature, and frowns deeply.
Shen Yi clenched his teeth for a moment, realizing that Chang Geng was watching him, barely restrained his emotions, and said with a smile, "I've lost my words - but isn't slandering the imperial court a snack after dinner? I'm just talking about it casually."
Chang Geng sensed the awkwardness of the atmosphere, so he deftly changed the subject and asked, "In the ten years from the Northern Expedition to the Western Expedition, who will be in charge of the Xuantie Camp?"
"No one cares," Shen Yi said, "After the Northern Expedition, the Xuantie Camp was silent for a while, walking and dying. There were very few old people still in the army, and most of them were disheartened. More than ten years later, the elite soldiers of the year were very few. It has been replaced a generation long ago, and the equipment has not been replaced for many years, and they are all aging. It was not until a few years ago that the Western Regions rebelled and the court had no choice, so the Marquis of Anding was ordered to restart the Xuantie camp. It was not so much that Gu Shuai took over Xuantie. Ying, it's better to say that he has re-honed a group of strong teams in the Western Regions, if you have the opportunity, you can learn his current calligraphy."
Chang Geng was taken aback: "Did Mr. Shen see the words written by Marquis Anding?"
Shen Yi smiled and said, "Although it's rare, there are occasionally one or two pictures in the market, all claiming to be authentic, and I can't tell if it's true or not."
While he was talking, he was blowing white air and brought the food to the table. Chang Geng winked and stepped forward to help, but when he passed the porridge with Shen Shiliu, he was caught by the sick seedling.
Chang Geng grew up earlier than ordinary teenagers. He was tall and tall among his peers. Even though he was still young, he was about to catch up with his little adoptive father. He raised his head slightly and saw Sixteen in his eyes.
Sixteen actually has a typical pair of peach blossom eyes, which can only be seen when his eyes are scattered and fluttering around, because when his eyes are concentrated, there seems to be a pair of abyss with light clouds in those pupils, which makes people look at it. Unclear, dark.
Chang Geng's heart trembled again, he lowered his voice, and deliberately called himself a name that he didn't usually use: "Foster father, what's the matter?"
Sixteen said nonchalantly: "Children, don't think about being a hero all the time, what's the point of being a hero? As long as you have enough food and clothing, and you don't have to worry about waking up, that's the best day, even if you're struggling. It's okay to be idle."
Shen Shiliu often pretended to be deaf and dumb, and it was rare to say a few human words, but when he opened his mouth, he poured cold water on Chang Geng.
He is a half-deaf and half-blind crippled man, and naturally he has no ambition and no spirit. But how can young people listen to such dejected words that are just a matter of time
Chang Geng felt a little uncomfortable because he felt as though he was looking down on him, and thought angrily, "I'm just messing around with you. Who will support the family in the future? Who will take care of your food and clothes? It really hurts your back."
He avoided Sixteen's hand and said perfunctorily, "Don't move around, be careful that the hot porridge will burn you."
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